The Vampire's Last Omega

Lick

"You've...licked...enough," Teru huffed in between thrusts, clawing the arm of the couch in front of him.

When they arrived home earlier from their playdate, Kieran immediately took off Teru's winter coat. He then lifted both arms to lick his inner wrists, a place that didn't emit strong pheromones but still released them, nonetheless. One thing led to another.

Now, they were fucking again.

"Not enough." Kieran's cock slipped in and out of his slicked hole, mounting him from behind. The alpha swayed his hips with desperation to scent mark what belonged to him. He continued licking the spot between Teru's neck and shoulder that produced the heaviest scent while plunging into his moist entrance over and over. The tips of his fangs grazed Teru's birthmark, barely breaking the skin. It wasn't necessarily a bite, but enough that Kieran could lap away red beads oozing from the scratches.

Kieran was trying with all his might not to give into temptation by drinking his blood since he didn't want to risk Pride taking over again. It must've been bloody difficult considering he was a deadly sin-the whole 'giving into temptation' concept was sort of their thing.

"HHNG!" Teru moaned into the cushion. His inner omega was in frustrated ecstasy from the electric zaps caused by the almost-marking. If this went on, he'd definitely beg like a little whore to tether them together for life.

He let out a quick purr meaning, Stop that.

Kieran's lips replaced his fangs, sucking the bottom's virgin nape with ferocity. The slurping noises were louder than their moans and skin-on-skin slaps.

"AHH!" The bruising pain made Teru clench his hole tighter. That was going to be one hell of a hickey tomorrow.

Kieran growled into his ear. "Are you okay?"

"More!" was Teru's demanding response. More? Did he really just whimper for more? Blaise's words haunted him:

"I can tell you're the innocent type when sober but absolutely nasty under the bedsheets."

Again, curse his stupid gender! It made him realize that he was not a meek human when it came to intimacy. Shy while talking about it, sure, but not when doing the real thing. Everyone he grew up with should never know how gross he actually was.

I hate that I'm so dirty.

"That invasive lavender...I can still smell him on you," the top rumbled, pissed off about Lucas's attempt to court him. When remembering his friend, Kieran rammed harder, trying to get every drop of pre-cum into him. The race to glaze Teru's other scent-producing area was starting.

"You're the one who said...you'd listen to their proposal...to breed me with-NGH!" he gasped when Kieran slinked his mock-marked hand around Teru's throat and pulled him up until they were both on their knees.

"That was to appease them so you could see him again in the future. Did you think I liked saying such vile things? The truth is," the dominant alpha's cock slowly pulled out, "only I can breed you." He slowly put it in.

Teru trembled at his words, feeling his ass gush out more slick. His body betrayed him easily by letting Kieran know he enjoyed being taken by him and only by him.

At a snail's pace, Kieran gently pushed in and softly slid out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

This was pleasurable agony. At this momentum, Teru could feel every god-damned inch. The light pressure wouldn't let him fall over the edge where an orgasming abyss awaited him below.